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Under the hill of BlasphemyDoth shine a lite always.Leading thee into ConspiracyIn whose grasp ye heart forever stays.Walk softly upon this pathKeep ye forever straight.Hold onto what you hathAnd ye shall know ye fateFaithe shall not lingerOr ye soul may go astrayYe may be caughtBetwixt the nite and the day.Walk swiftly hereticTime be running outHear the clock ticIt be tyme to reason with ye doubtsWalking always in twilightKeeping pace with the duskRunning...
